I hate studying, so I work on the cars, house, and yard to pretend I'm productive then hit myself on the head with my Estwing for posting here.

Anyway, the Director of Training cons me into taking MBA night classes in Airline Stuff. I'm sitting in the mock-up room at lunch reading Airline Labor Relations, and in walks Jacob giving a tour of our facility to Fang. Yes, Bob Crandall. He hadn't even had time to repack his Golden Parachute and I'm meeting the guy. I show him my textbook and and self aggrandize myself as much as is plausible. I'm too stupid to have him sign it.

He told me the secret of airline route selection and few, if any of you guys are even close to the right answer.So, I'm giving away the equation:

Chicken Bones + Voodoo = New City

Maybe the Ball Peen will be more effective at shutting me up.

Oh yeah, Shout out to Airsense for the Quizlet stuff. Gives me something to calm the nerves sitting in the sim parking lot waiting for someone to open the door because I can't remember the darn code.